Dude. Beginning to think I should stalk physicist conferences.

Home is going to feel good, Allyson.

I went out and got a pedicure. Second in my life. No idea why I decided that was a to-do this weekend, but it was.

Only other customer getting one was a tall mid 40s tough guy. Who was clearly a regular, because he and the tech were catching up on each others' kids. He's had more pedicures in the past year that I ever! Funny.

I really, really have been craving a milkshake. But milk/ice cream is a digestive bomb for me. But I got soy milk, frozen strawberries, tossed in some plain yogurt and a banana and YUM. HAS MILKSHAKE. If I want a chocolate one, I have hot chocolate powder somewhere. And it's a nice benefit that it is probably good for me.

There was a car with a license plate that read MM DNUTS. I guess he really likes donuts.

Talked to local post office supervisor. She's repeatedly told the carriers not to leave packages in the open and will do so again. Still stolen, but....

I've had one pedicure in my life, because my toenails are the size of neurons. Chihuahuas have better nails for pedicures than I do.

I do own and love and call George as callus/corn trimmer. I take a truly sick pleasure from using it. It's almost fetisistic. LOOK! SMOOTH FEET! AHHHH!

But I am a freak about exfoliation, anyway.

You need a little pampering, Sara!

There are a ton of guys who go to my nails place, mostly for manicures, I think. I like it!

I think if everyone had their feet and calves rubbed at lunch, world peace would rapidly ensue.

Damn, that shit feels good.

Followed by naptime, preferably.

The kindergarten model is definitely a good one.

Totally. My place gives a little neck/back rub after, too. Good times.

And I'm totally getting a massage this week! Yay massage!

Grrrr...

I swear to whatever deity's in charge this week, if this child allows his cat to chew into destruction/loses another charger for anything electrical, I will wind up on the evening news doing something Very Bad.

I just spent the last hour purchasing a new charger for Nate's cell phone. Because he has no idea where his original charger is. He hasn't known where his original charger was for a few days now. He only told me because he wanted to go to a friend's house to play and when I told him it was okay, he just needed to take his cell because I was going to go run some errands, he all of a sudden changed his mind about wanting to go.

Imagine that.

That's when he 'fessed up.

Lucky for him, the errand I was going to run was to Honeybaked Ham, which has an AT&T store next door. The boy is now 27.00 poorer, since I made him pay for it out of his money. And Lewis is the very happy beneficiary, since by the time I got to HB Ham, they were out of hambones, so I went ahead and bought one of their baby hams, which the manager was discounting anyway, since they were getting ready to close.

So now we have ham for tomorrow and I'll have hambone with which to make split pea soup later in the week.